"Pipe Down, I'm Trying to Watch These Broads Work Out."
The death of annuity, of squandered opportunity The clusterfuck we knew it'd be We embrace it's constancy And constantly, flamboyantly We await it's dormancy There's no more time to wait and see So we concede and wonder why we
Sleep so well still When we've never even been awake Content in our unrest Every day uneasily the same And so we bend,not under the strain That it's always been the same And now we underdo and overthink
So, sleep. count your sheep. Or the pills you've come to need Oh, the trappings of society I still believe in the belief That we can be all that we need